My esthetician recommends I pay
a visit to her once a month (or two).
And though it’s superficial, I display
my face quite frequently, to me and you.
So rising, first I bathe and use shampoo,
and then I walk an hour to her couch,
where I relax, and learn from every cue,
too old for self-neglect, too young to slouch.


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